Michael Clifford sickfics

One of those days

Michael got sick quite often and it usually was pretty bad, it was almost never just a small cold, usually a bad stomach flu or it was bronchitis a couple times. But, this day was one of those days where it was worse than usual; Michael had the highest fever he has ever had: 104.8, he was shivering roughly even though he was sweating buckets, everything came back up; even water. He was just a mess. "Y/N, you need to go to work." Michael groaned, "But, I need to take care of you." You pouted. "You can take care of me when you get home, I'm a big boy. I can-" Michael began but was cut off by a coughing fit. "Mikey....." You trailed off and he held your hand in his really warm one, "Go.To.Work." He coughed and you sighed, placing a kiss on his burning forehead before leaving.

You came home and walked upstairs, hearing Michael's nasal snores which were even louder because he was sick. You slowly opened the door and Michael laid there in a pair of red boxers, hugging Daniel to his chest with a fluffy pink blacker covering his tall frame. His eyes fluttered open and a weak smile spread across his pale face, "You feel any better?" You asked and he sadly shook his head with a pout on his face. "What hurts?" You asked and his tummy gargled roughly, "My tummy." He groaned and wrapped his arms around his sour stomach. "Can you rub it?" He asked and you smiled, sitting next to him on the bed and he laid his upper body on your lap. You put your hand on his tummy and rubbed it slowly, making him moan in pain from the bubbling and gargling in his tummy. "Does it hurt more?" You asked as you stopped and he shook his head, so you continued to rub it. "I don't feel good." He whined, "I know baby I know. Try and sleep okay?" You frowned and he grunted in response, his eyes slowly closing before his nasal snores echoed through the room once again.